Chapter 48

Sanaya’s P.O.V Steam still lingers in the air, clinging to my skin as I move through the kitchen, my bare feet padding softly against the cool tiles. Lancelin’s shirt drapes over my body, the fabric just barely grazing the tops of my thighs, his scent still fresh on it. I tug at the sleeves absentmindedly as I move around, pulling eggs from the fridge, slicing up some fruit, and setting the coffee to brew. My legs feel like jelly, my body sore in the best way possible, and yet, there’s something intimate and soothing about this—about making him breakfast, about the domesticity of it all. From the corner of my eye, I catch him stepping out of the bedroom, shirtless, wearing only a pair of dress pants as he moves toward his bag, rifling through his things and packing up for his trip. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me before I even turn around. When I do, he’s leaning against the doorframe now, eyes dark, intense, hungry. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” His voic